# "My New Neighbors Were Too Kind. Now They Say I’m Family" Creepypasta

An episode of [CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio](https://invisiblenetwork.ai/podcast/1492008134), 20 Apr 2025, 37 min.

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## Transcript

[0:01] Speaker 1: I moved to New Maple in early spring, right as
[0:05] Speaker 1: the snow banks along the curbs turned a slush and
[0:09] Speaker 1: the neighborhood kids started trading sleds for bikes. The place
[0:13] Speaker 1: was filled with people who waved from their porches and
[0:16] Speaker 1: jogged with dogs that didn't need leashes. Quiet, unbothered and polite,
[0:24] Speaker 1: I told myself I was ready for quiet. I'd taken
[0:30] Speaker 1: a job teaching art at the local high school, and
[0:33] Speaker 1: the rental, an aging two bedroom with creaky stairs and
[0:37] Speaker 1: yellow siding, was the best I could afford without roommates.
[0:42] Speaker 1: I told people I'd moved to focus on my work
[0:45] Speaker 1: to get out of the city. That part was true.
[0:50] Speaker 1: The part I didn't talk about was the slow disintegration
[0:54] Speaker 1: of a relationship I'd spent too many years in, and
[0:58] Speaker 1: how silence had started to feel safer than conversation. The
[1:04] Speaker 1: Avery's lived two doors down. I noticed them on my
[1:09] Speaker 1: first walk around the neighborhood. The house had blue shutters
[1:13] Speaker 1: and a deep green lawn already trimmed to perfection. Two
[1:18] Speaker 1: lips lined the path to their front porch in a
[1:21] Speaker 1: single even row. I saw missus Avery trimming them with
[1:26] Speaker 1: garden chairs one morning. Her white sun hat covering most
[1:29] Speaker 1: of her face. She didn't look up when I passed,
[1:34] Speaker 1: only nodded. It took a week before she spoke to me.
[1:40] Speaker 1: You're the one who moved into two on four, aren't you?
[1:44] Speaker 1: She asked? As I carried in groceries the old Duncan house.
[1:50] Speaker 1: She stood on the sidewalk with her hands clasped in
[1:53] Speaker 1: front of her, her voice soft but precise. A smile
[1:58] Speaker 1: stayed on her face the whole time we can talked.
[2:01] Speaker 1: She introduced herself as Marian, and when I gave her
[2:05] Speaker 1: my name, she repeated it twice. Then she invited me
[2:10] Speaker 1: over for lemonade. I said yes because it felt easier
[2:15] Speaker 1: than saying no. The inside of the home smeled faintly
[2:21] Speaker 1: of lemons and wood polish. It was spotless. The cleanliness
[2:26] Speaker 1: in there felt permanent. Every surface had been dusted, every
[2:31] Speaker 1: frame perfectly aligned. I noticed photographs, small ones lining the mantle,
[2:38] Speaker 1: larger ones on the wall near the stairs. A girl
[2:42] Speaker 1: with brown hair and a bright, wide smile. That's our daughter, Emily,
[2:50] Speaker 1: Marian said. When she caught me looking. She disappeared last year.
[2:58] Speaker 1: She placed the glass of lemonade in my and and
[3:00] Speaker 1: asked if I wanted a cookie. Mister Avery, whose name
[3:05] Speaker 1: looking back I realized I never learned, joined us a
[3:09] Speaker 1: few minutes later. He was taller than his wife, thin,
[3:14] Speaker 1: with a neatly pressed collared shirt and an easy practiced
[3:17] Speaker 1: way of folding into conversation. They were charming in the
[3:22] Speaker 1: way that old couples are. I stayed for over an hour.
[3:28] Speaker 1: When I left, Marian pressed the tupperware container of cookies
[3:31] Speaker 1: into my hands and told me to stop by any time.
[3:38] Speaker 1: I didn't plan on going back, but the next week
[3:41] Speaker 1: she appeared on my porch with a pie. Then came
[3:45] Speaker 1: the dinner invitation, then another. Over the next month, the
[3:51] Speaker 1: visits turned into tradition. They always served too much food
[3:56] Speaker 1: and insisted I take home the leftovers cards or watch
[4:01] Speaker 1: an odd movie on DVD. Sometimes I'd find myself helping
[4:05] Speaker 1: mister Avery move something into the garage or fix a
[4:09] Speaker 1: loose shutter. I didn't mind. It felt good to be
[4:13] Speaker 1: wanted somewhere. They had a way of making me feel
[4:17] Speaker 1: needed without ever saying it outright. Then the small comments began.
[4:24] Speaker 1: You have a laugh, Marian said one night as we
[4:28] Speaker 1: finished washing dishes. Emily's laugh used to carry through the
[4:32] Speaker 1: whole house. Another time, mister Avery handed me a book
[4:38] Speaker 1: from their shelf. She loved this one used to read
[4:42] Speaker 1: it out loud on the porch. I smiled, said thank you,
[4:48] Speaker 1: and took the book home. I told myself it was harmless,
[4:53] Speaker 1: a grieving family seeing pieces of their daughter and a
[4:56] Speaker 1: young woman nearby. It was a compliment, that's all. Then
[5:03] Speaker 1: after dinner one night, Marian handed me a folded sweater.
[5:09] Speaker 1: I found this while going through the linen closet. She said,
[5:13] Speaker 1: it used to be Emily's. I think it would look
[5:15] Speaker 1: just perfect on you. It was soft, cream colored with
[5:20] Speaker 1: slightly stretched sleeves. The scent of lavender clung to it.
[5:26] Speaker 1: I hesitated for half a second, but she was already
[5:29] Speaker 1: draping it over my arm. Her hands stayed there, resting
[5:33] Speaker 1: lightly on my wrist. You don't have to wear it now,
[5:38] Speaker 1: just keep it. It'd make me happy. I nodded and
[5:45] Speaker 1: thanked her, told myself i'd return it later. I never
[5:51] Speaker 1: wore it, just folded it into the back of my closet,
[5:55] Speaker 1: where it sat behind a box of winter scarves. Then
[6:00] Speaker 1: I had already stopped telling people how often I was
[6:03] Speaker 1: seeing the averies. I'm not sure why. Maybe I was
[6:08] Speaker 1: afraid of how it would sound, or maybe part of
[6:11] Speaker 1: me already knew something wasn't quite right. I just didn't
[6:16] Speaker 1: know how far it would go. It was a Sunday
[6:21] Speaker 1: evening when they asked. Dinner had been roast chicken, peas,
[6:26] Speaker 1: and soft bread rolls that Marian brushed with melted butter.
[6:30] Speaker 1: I'd brought over a cheap bottle of red wine and
[6:33] Speaker 1: we drank it in mismatched glasses while the sun dipped
[6:36] Speaker 1: behind the trees outside their living room window. They weren't
[6:41] Speaker 1: watching anything on TV. Marian had turned on an old
[6:45] Speaker 1: stereo that played instrumental jazz at a volume just low
[6:49] Speaker 1: enough to barely notice. She waited until I had finished eating,
[6:55] Speaker 1: then reached for my hand. Her fingers were cool, dry
[7:01] Speaker 1: but steady. Across the table. Mister Avery cleared his throat.
[7:08] Speaker 1: We wanted to ask you for a favor, she said.
[7:13] Speaker 1: I looked between them, unsure of what they meant. Tomorrow,
[7:19] Speaker 1: it is Emily's birthday, she continued, She would have turned seventeen.
[7:26] Speaker 1: Mister Avery nodded, his hands folded in front of him.
[7:32] Speaker 1: We started a tradition just last year, just a quiet evening,
[7:37] Speaker 1: a remembrance richeal I suppose you could call it. Marian
[7:42] Speaker 1: gave a small smile, then, the kind that didn't reach
[7:45] Speaker 1: the eyes. We thought, if you were willing, maybe you'd
[7:51] Speaker 1: help us with it this year. I didn't answer at first.
[7:57] Speaker 1: She kept holding my hand. It wouldn't be much. Just
[8:01] Speaker 1: sit in a place at the table, read a passage
[8:04] Speaker 1: from a journal, maybe wear one of her favorite dresses,
[8:08] Speaker 1: That's all. Mister Avery reached the cross and rested a
[8:13] Speaker 1: hand on his wife's shoulder. She began to cry, not loudly,
[8:19] Speaker 1: which made it even sadder. It would mean so much
[8:24] Speaker 1: to us, he said. People do strange things when they grieve.
[8:31] Speaker 1: I said yes. The next day they dressed me in
[8:37] Speaker 1: pale blue, the fabric thin and neatly pressed. It was
[8:42] Speaker 1: already laid out in Emily's room when I arrived, draped
[8:45] Speaker 1: over a bed like it had been waiting. I changed
[8:49] Speaker 1: in silence. The dress fit me perfectly. Downstairs, the table
[8:56] Speaker 1: was set for three, one plate of the head, one
[9:00] Speaker 1: at the left and one at the right. A single
[9:03] Speaker 1: white candle burned in the center. Marian stood by my chair,
[9:09] Speaker 1: smoothing the shoulders of the dress as I sat down.
[9:13] Speaker 1: On my plate was a folded piece of paper. I
[9:18] Speaker 1: read the words out loud. It was a passage from
[9:22] Speaker 1: Emily's journal, something about a favorite season, the way the
[9:26] Speaker 1: air smelled before rain. I read it twice at Marian's request.
[9:33] Speaker 1: After that, we held hands. Mister Avery began to hum,
[9:38] Speaker 1: a slow, droning melody. Marian joined in, barely above a whisper.
[9:45] Speaker 1: There were no words, only the sound of their voices
[9:49] Speaker 1: moving in and out of tune with each other. They
[9:53] Speaker 1: stopped humming and began eating. I followed their lead. The
[10:01] Speaker 1: food was thick and oddly sweet, some sort of casserole
[10:05] Speaker 1: I didn't recognize. The texture was soft, but not in
[10:09] Speaker 1: a pleasant way. My stomach tightened after a few bites.
[10:15] Speaker 1: Still to be polite, I cleaned the plate. Afterward, they
[10:22] Speaker 1: insisted I stay a little longer, just to talk. I
[10:27] Speaker 1: nodded along with their stories, most of which seemed pulled
[10:30] Speaker 1: for moments that no longer belonged to any one. Mister
[10:34] Speaker 1: Avery kept referring to things we'd all done together, times
[10:39] Speaker 1: I knew for certain I hadn't been there. He spoke
[10:43] Speaker 1: with such conviction that I stopped correcting him. Marian stood
[10:48] Speaker 1: and clasped her hands together. You've been such a light
[10:53] Speaker 1: for us. She said, we've been thinking maybe you'd be
[10:58] Speaker 1: easier for everyone if you stayed the night. She gestured
[11:03] Speaker 1: toward the stairs. We already made up a room for you.
[11:09] Speaker 1: I didn't respond. I stood, forcing a smile and told
[11:14] Speaker 1: them I had an early morning. I walked toward the door.
[11:20] Speaker 1: Neither of them followed. They only watched Marian, still smiling,
[11:26] Speaker 1: mister Avery with his head slightly tilted. I reached for
[11:31] Speaker 1: the doorknob. The world tilted sideways. The last thing I
[11:39] Speaker 1: remember is the taste of metal in my mouth and
[11:43] Speaker 1: the floor rushing up toward me. I woke to the
[11:56] Speaker 1: sound of birds song. For a moment, I I aught
[12:00] Speaker 1: I was home. Not my new place, but the apartment
[12:04] Speaker 1: i'd shared with my sister before the move, the one
[12:07] Speaker 1: with the crooked blinds and the peeling wallpaper. In the kitchen.
[12:12] Speaker 1: The morning light had that same watery yellow hue stretched
[12:16] Speaker 1: across the floor, like someone had poured it from a glass,
[12:21] Speaker 1: But the room smelled different. There was no scent of
[12:25] Speaker 1: old coffee or laundry detergent. Instead, the air was stale,
[12:30] Speaker 1: perfumed with something powdery and floral. I turned my head
[12:36] Speaker 1: and saw the wallpaper soft pink with tiny green leaves
[12:41] Speaker 1: printed in even rose. The book shelves sat beneath the window,
[12:46] Speaker 1: filled with worn paper backs and dusty trophies. There were
[12:50] Speaker 1: doors on a wooden rocking chair in the corner, a
[12:54] Speaker 1: small white desk, a full length mirror with a lay
[12:57] Speaker 1: shawl draped over the top. And on every wall photographs
[13:03] Speaker 1: and a child's drawing, dozens of them, framed and arranged
[13:09] Speaker 1: with obsessive precision. They were all of her, Emily. Her
[13:16] Speaker 1: face stared back at me from every angle. School portraits,
[13:21] Speaker 1: birthday parties, candid shots in the yard, her eyes always
[13:25] Speaker 1: locked with the camera, always smiling. I sat up. The
[13:32] Speaker 1: sheets tangled around my legs. I was still wearing the dress,
[13:38] Speaker 1: my skin itched beneath a fabric. I reached for my
[13:43] Speaker 1: phone out of habit. My pocket was empty. I checked
[13:47] Speaker 1: the night stand nothing, no phone, no charger, no keys.
[13:54] Speaker 1: My coat was draped over the desk chair, but the
[13:57] Speaker 1: pockets had been turned inside out. There was no clock
[14:01] Speaker 1: in the room. The silence crawled in behind the bird
[14:05] Speaker 1: song and pressed down on my shoulders. I opened the door.
[14:13] Speaker 1: Mister Avery stood on the other side, holding a tray
[14:17] Speaker 1: with toast and a glass of orange juice. He didn't flinch.
[14:22] Speaker 1: His face was smooth, his expression unreadable. Good morning, sweetheart,
[14:28] Speaker 1: he said, We thought you might be hungry. I stepped
[14:34] Speaker 1: back into the room, heart pounding, trying to keep my
[14:37] Speaker 1: breath steady. He followed, placing the tray in the desk
[14:42] Speaker 1: beside the glass lamp. I wanted to ask what happened.
[14:47] Speaker 1: I wanted to ask why I had woken up there,
[14:49] Speaker 1: why I couldn't remember falling asleep, why I was still
[14:53] Speaker 1: in Emily's clothes. But when I opened my mouth, nothing
[14:59] Speaker 1: came out. Mister Avery folded his hands in front of
[15:03] Speaker 1: him and gave a small nod. Your mother thought you
[15:08] Speaker 1: might need a little extra rest after everything last night.
[15:12] Speaker 1: You always get a little overwhelmed when things get emotional.
[15:18] Speaker 1: He looked at the wall at one of the pictures
[15:21] Speaker 1: we understand. I forced the words out, where's my phone?
[15:30] Speaker 1: What are you people doing? He didn't answer at first,
[15:35] Speaker 1: just looked at me with that steady, practiced gaze. You
[15:40] Speaker 1: know you're grounded, Emily. No phone until we talk about
[15:44] Speaker 1: what happened, until you're honest with us. My skin went cold.
[15:52] Speaker 1: He turned and walked to the door. Before stepping out,
[15:56] Speaker 1: he said, almost absently. We'll be downstairs when you're ready.
[16:03] Speaker 1: Just come sit with us when you're feeling more like yourself.
[16:08] Speaker 1: He closed the door softly behind him. I rushed to
[16:12] Speaker 1: grab it, grabbed a knob, twisted hard. It wasn't locked.
[16:18] Speaker 1: But I wasn't ready to leave yet, not without a
[16:22] Speaker 1: plan at least. I checked the window next. The latch
[16:27] Speaker 1: had been painted over. When I tried to slide the
[16:30] Speaker 1: pane open, it didn't move. I sat on the edge
[16:35] Speaker 1: of the bed and stared at the door for a
[16:37] Speaker 1: long time. There was no yelling, no threads, no locked
[16:42] Speaker 1: chains or screaming alarms, just that suffocating sense of stillness.
[16:50] Speaker 1: I could hear Marian's voice echoing through the walls. She
[16:54] Speaker 1: was humming a tune. She sounded happy. I was waited
[17:01] Speaker 1: out and scared, and frankly, I couldn't wait to report
[17:04] Speaker 1: them to the police. I'd spent a lot of time
[17:08] Speaker 1: with the Averys, so I knew what they did and
[17:11] Speaker 1: when they did it, and so I waited until the
[17:17] Speaker 1: mower started. It was an old push model, loud, uneven,
[17:24] Speaker 1: and it took a minute to warm up. From the window,
[17:28] Speaker 1: I watched mister Avery roll it across the back yard,
[17:32] Speaker 1: the blades chewing up patches of tall grass he had
[17:35] Speaker 1: let grow just long enough to look natural. His back
[17:39] Speaker 1: was turned, Marian wasn't in sight. I moved fast, quiet
[17:48] Speaker 1: at first, then reckless. I slipped out the room and
[17:52] Speaker 1: crept down the stairs barefoot. My shoes were gone, so
[17:57] Speaker 1: I wore Emily's flats from the closet. They pinched my toes,
[18:01] Speaker 1: but I didn't stop. The house was still. No clocks ticked,
[18:07] Speaker 1: no footsteps echoed, just the rising whir of the moa,
[18:11] Speaker 1: steady and sharp. At the front door, I reached for
[18:16] Speaker 1: the lock. It clicked open easily. The dead bolt hadn't
[18:21] Speaker 1: been set. For a second. I thought maybe this would
[18:25] Speaker 1: be easy, Maybe they'd let their guard down. I opened
[18:30] Speaker 1: the door and stepped out into the sunlight. The grass
[18:35] Speaker 1: felt cold through the thin soles of my shoes. I
[18:39] Speaker 1: didn't look back. I moved quickly past the porch, through
[18:43] Speaker 1: the side yard, past the rose bushes that edged the
[18:46] Speaker 1: averys striveway. I heard the moa stop, then his voice Emily.
[18:58] Speaker 1: I didn't answer. I broke into a run. I made
[19:04] Speaker 1: it half way across the lawn before he tackled me
[19:07] Speaker 1: from behind. My niece slammed into the ground. One shoe
[19:11] Speaker 1: flew off. His arms wrapped around my waist, and he
[19:15] Speaker 1: dragged me backward, his breath hot and uneven in my ear.
[19:20] Speaker 1: I screamed in hopes any one would hear me enough.
[19:24] Speaker 1: He snapped enough of this, I screamed again, roar and useless.
[19:32] Speaker 1: He pulled me through the doorway and up the stairs.
[19:35] Speaker 1: My hands clawed of the walls, trying to find something
[19:38] Speaker 1: to grab, anything that might catch. He threw open the
[19:42] Speaker 1: bedroom door and shoved me inside. I hid the floor hard,
[19:47] Speaker 1: my shoulder cracking against the leg of the bed. You
[19:52] Speaker 1: don't get to run away from us, he said. He
[19:56] Speaker 1: stood over me, chest heaving, face flush. I could smell
[20:01] Speaker 1: the sweat on him, mixed with something sour. He raised
[20:05] Speaker 1: his hand. The slap rang in my ears for a
[20:09] Speaker 1: long time after he left. When he shut the door again,
[20:14] Speaker 1: the light seemed to change. The sun had begun to set,
[20:19] Speaker 1: and the room filled with shadows that stretched toward the
[20:22] Speaker 1: corners like stains. I stood, legs shaking, and picked up
[20:28] Speaker 1: the night's tend He was heavier than I expected, painted
[20:33] Speaker 1: white with floral knobs, one drawer still filled with old
[20:37] Speaker 1: birthday cards and dried out pens. I dragged it to
[20:42] Speaker 1: the window, raised it above my head, and slammed it
[20:46] Speaker 1: against the glass. The first it only left a mark
[20:51] Speaker 1: that was nothing but cosmetic. The second didn't even do
[20:55] Speaker 1: that much. By the fourth strike, my arms burned. I
[21:01] Speaker 1: let the night stand fall to the floor and sank
[21:03] Speaker 1: beside it, chest rising and falling too fast, the glass
[21:08] Speaker 1: mocking me from above. I didn't hear anyone approach. The
[21:14] Speaker 1: door creaked open behind me, Emily, Marian said gently. I
[21:22] Speaker 1: turned to face her. She stepped into the room in
[21:26] Speaker 1: a pale blue sweater and slacks. Her hair was pin
[21:30] Speaker 1: needly behind her ears. She held a silver brush in
[21:33] Speaker 1: one hand and a smile never wavered. I thought we
[21:39] Speaker 1: could spend some time together, she said. Before I could speak,
[21:45] Speaker 1: I saw movement behind her. Mister Avery stood in the hallway.
[21:52] Speaker 1: He wasn't sweating any more, his face had gone still,
[21:56] Speaker 1: calm again. In his right hand and was a pistol.
[22:04] Speaker 1: He held it with both hands low against his stomach,
[22:07] Speaker 1: but aimed in my direction. I opened my mouth, but
[22:12] Speaker 1: Marian was already crossing the room. Why don't you come sit,
[22:19] Speaker 1: she asked. She sat on the bed and patted the
[22:23] Speaker 1: space beside her. Mister Avery gestured with his pistol, and
[22:29] Speaker 1: so I sat. Marian reached out and began to run
[22:34] Speaker 1: the brust through my hair. The bristles snagged a knot.
[22:39] Speaker 1: She hummed softly under her breath, something tuneless and repetitive.
[22:45] Speaker 1: You always loved this, she said, You used to sit
[22:49] Speaker 1: just like this when you were little. Remember. I felt
[22:54] Speaker 1: the first tear slip down my cheek before I could
[22:56] Speaker 1: stop it. I tried to hold back, but they came fast,
[23:01] Speaker 1: soaking into the collar of the dress. Marian kept brushing.
[23:07] Speaker 1: Her voice crooned, You're going to feel better soon. All
[23:12] Speaker 1: that confusion is going to melt away. We'll take care
[23:17] Speaker 1: of you like we always have. She kissed the top
[23:22] Speaker 1: of my forehead and kept brushing, even as my shoulders shook.
[23:30] Speaker 1: Days passed like this. Missus Avery came into my room
[23:35] Speaker 1: every night, accompanied by mister Avery. Always the same routine.
[23:42] Speaker 1: She came into the room every evening with mister Avery
[23:44] Speaker 1: right behind her, always carrying the same pistol tucked into
[23:48] Speaker 1: his arm or slipped into the waistband of his jeans.
[23:52] Speaker 1: He never raised it again, but he never put it
[23:55] Speaker 1: away either. It was there to keep the lines drawn
[24:00] Speaker 1: to make sure I didn't forget who I was supposed
[24:03] Speaker 1: to be. She would talk about memories I didn't have,
[24:08] Speaker 1: cry over milestones I'd never reached. Sometimes she'd sing to
[24:12] Speaker 1: me in a low breathy voice, humming half finished lullabies
[24:17] Speaker 1: and whispering that I'd always be her baby. I didn't
[24:22] Speaker 1: argue any more. I played along. I smiled when I
[24:26] Speaker 1: was supposed to. I held a hand when she offered it,
[24:30] Speaker 1: I responded to Emily. It was the only way to
[24:35] Speaker 1: stay safe. Until the night I reached my breaking point.
[24:43] Speaker 1: I'd been staring at the wall across from the bed,
[24:46] Speaker 1: where it hung. A frame I hadn't noticed before must
[24:50] Speaker 1: have been slipped in when I was in the bathroom.
[24:53] Speaker 1: A drawing done in pencil of a small white house
[24:57] Speaker 1: with a porch and two stick figures standing in the yard.
[25:01] Speaker 1: At the bottom the signature Emmy, aged seven. Something about
[25:10] Speaker 1: it opened the door in my chest I hadn't closed
[25:13] Speaker 1: fast enough. I stood and tore it from the wall,
[25:17] Speaker 1: Then the next photo, then another. I didn't stop. I
[25:22] Speaker 1: tore the bed sheet apart and kicked the rocking chair over.
[25:26] Speaker 1: I pulled open the drawers of the desk and dumped
[25:28] Speaker 1: them onto the floor. I had destroyed most of the room.
[25:34] Speaker 1: The mattress had been flipped, the curtains torn from the rod.
[25:38] Speaker 1: I had kicked open the closet doors and thrown every
[25:41] Speaker 1: hanger to the floor. My arms ached, my throat burned
[25:45] Speaker 1: from yelling, though no one had come to stop me.
[25:49] Speaker 1: Maybe they were letting me tire myself out, or maybe
[25:53] Speaker 1: they were waiting to see what I would do next.
[25:56] Speaker 1: I sank to the floor beside the bed frame, heart
[25:59] Speaker 1: still pounding, tears dried on my face. I didn't know what.
[26:04] Speaker 1: I was hoping to find, some crack in the walls,
[26:08] Speaker 1: some hidden clue that would explain what had happened here
[26:11] Speaker 1: before me. I didn't expect anything real that. When I
[26:18] Speaker 1: found the notes, they'd been tugged behind the desk, whiged
[26:24] Speaker 1: between the back panel and the wall. The corner of
[26:28] Speaker 1: the paper had just barely peeked out, visible only from
[26:32] Speaker 1: where I'd collapsed. It wasn't hidden in the way someone
[26:36] Speaker 1: might hide a secret. It was forgotten. I crawled toward it.
[26:43] Speaker 1: The notes were thick and worn, the pages soft from handling.
[26:48] Speaker 1: A floral cover faded around the edges with the name
[26:52] Speaker 1: Becka written across the front in blooming not the loopy,
[26:57] Speaker 1: curated signature I had seen of an old schoolwork. This
[27:01] Speaker 1: one had been written fast, probably while crying. The first
[27:07] Speaker 1: entry was dated fourteen months ago. I wanted to start
[27:12] Speaker 1: this off by saying that my name is Becca, not Emily.
[27:17] Speaker 1: Marian gave me this journal, told me to write down
[27:20] Speaker 1: whatever she told me to. When she left the room,
[27:24] Speaker 1: I ripped a couple of pages out. I needed to
[27:27] Speaker 1: get my real thoughts across somewhere they took me. I
[27:32] Speaker 1: don't know how to write that any other way. I
[27:35] Speaker 1: keep waiting to wake up, to hear my alarm and
[27:38] Speaker 1: crawl back into real life, but it's not coming. I
[27:44] Speaker 1: went to see my old piano teacher. That's how it started.
[27:48] Speaker 1: I'd posted about it on Facebook and Marian must have
[27:52] Speaker 1: seen it. She was there when I came out, smiling,
[27:56] Speaker 1: saying it had been too long, and mister showed up.
[28:01] Speaker 1: I thought it was weird, but I didn't panic, not
[28:05] Speaker 1: until I got into the car, not until the door's locked.
[28:11] Speaker 1: My hands trembled as I turned the page. They told
[28:15] Speaker 1: me my parents didn't want me any more, that the
[28:18] Speaker 1: world outside was dangerous and they were the only ones
[28:21] Speaker 1: who could protect me. I screamed. I cried so much
[28:26] Speaker 1: I couldn't see straight. They started keeping me in the
[28:29] Speaker 1: room for days at a time, said I needed to
[28:32] Speaker 1: calm down before I earned privileges. Entry after entry blurred
[28:37] Speaker 1: into each other. Weeks of isolation, meals slipped through the door,
[28:42] Speaker 1: the silence, the slow removal of her name. They started
[28:47] Speaker 1: calling me Emily. That's their daughter's name. She died when
[28:52] Speaker 1: I was little. I think I found a photo once
[28:55] Speaker 1: in a box in the closet. The girl in the
[28:58] Speaker 1: picture wasn't me, but they said it was. I told
[29:02] Speaker 1: him no, but they didn't listen. The more I argued,
[29:06] Speaker 1: the more time they kept me locked away. Mister Avery
[29:11] Speaker 1: hit me for the first time three weeks ago. He
[29:15] Speaker 1: apologized after said he didn't want to, but I provoked him.
[29:20] Speaker 1: Marian gave me ice and a dish towel and told
[29:22] Speaker 1: me to stop resisting. She said, the sooner I accepted
[29:26] Speaker 1: that I was home, the easier everything would be. Some
[29:33] Speaker 1: entries were scribbled and hard to read with a pen
[29:36] Speaker 1: pressed so deep it all the paper. Others were neat
[29:40] Speaker 1: and almost detached, like she had given up on being
[29:44] Speaker 1: heard and wanted to leave a record, one in particular,
[29:49] Speaker 1: caught in my throat. I miss who I was, my name,
[29:55] Speaker 1: my friends, my real mom. I think I'm forgetting what
[29:59] Speaker 1: a voice aunted like. I keep trying to say my
[30:03] Speaker 1: own name out loud when I'm alone, but it sounds vake.
[30:06] Speaker 1: Now they keep telling me I'm Emily. They tell me
[30:11] Speaker 1: I was never any one else. The final entries were short.
[30:19] Speaker 1: They said, we're going to the lake soon to start
[30:22] Speaker 1: over somewhere quiet. I think they're going to kill me.
[30:29] Speaker 1: If any one somehow finds this, please tell the truth.
[30:33] Speaker 1: I was Becca Harper. I was sixteen. They made everything up.
[30:42] Speaker 1: I clutched the notes to my chest and sat there
[30:45] Speaker 1: in the wreckage of the room they had once given her,
[30:48] Speaker 1: a shell of a bedroom, meant to raise some one
[30:51] Speaker 1: and replace her with a better version, a more obedient version.
[30:57] Speaker 1: They were doing it again. I was still staring at
[31:04] Speaker 1: the notes when I heard a knock at the front door.
[31:08] Speaker 1: I immediately perked up. In all my time spent here
[31:12] Speaker 1: as a prisoner, I hadn't heard someone knock on the
[31:15] Speaker 1: front door a single time. It was a hard knock,
[31:20] Speaker 1: not Marian's gentle tap, not mister Avery's soft call for dinner,
[31:25] Speaker 1: A firm practiced fist against wood. My door swung open.
[31:32] Speaker 1: It was Marian. Before she could even question me about
[31:36] Speaker 1: the state the room was in, she ushered me to
[31:38] Speaker 1: come to the front door, claiming we had visitors. Mister
[31:43] Speaker 1: Avery was already there, gunn tightly bound to his waist.
[31:48] Speaker 1: He was always ready now. He opened the door with
[31:52] Speaker 1: a smile. Two officers stood outside, one older, square George,
[31:59] Speaker 1: the other younger, sharper eyes. The older one spoke, first,
[32:06] Speaker 1: we're falling up on a missing person report. Young woman
[32:09] Speaker 1: mid twenties moved into two one four last month. You
[32:13] Speaker 1: know anything about that? Marian beamed, Oh my, we thought
[32:20] Speaker 1: we hadn't seen her in a while. Mister Avery turned
[32:24] Speaker 1: to me, Emily, you are quite well acquainted with her.
[32:28] Speaker 1: Come say helo. I walked to the doorway. Marian reached
[32:33] Speaker 1: for my hand and held it in both of hers.
[32:37] Speaker 1: Introduce yourself first, sweetie. My mouth opened, nothing came out.
[32:46] Speaker 1: The order officer tilted his head slightly, studded my face.
[32:50] Speaker 1: His eyes narrowed just enough to suggest he saw more
[32:53] Speaker 1: than he was letting on. I tried again. I'm she
[33:01] Speaker 1: was gone for a year. She just recently came back,
[33:04] Speaker 1: and mister Avery said quickly, it's been a hard week.
[33:11] Speaker 1: The officer didn't move. I'd like to speak with her alone,
[33:15] Speaker 1: if that's all right. There was a pause. Marian blinked.
[33:22] Speaker 1: Mister Avery didn't speak, but his smile faltered. Of course,
[33:28] Speaker 1: she said, she just needs some air. He led me
[33:34] Speaker 1: down the walkway. We stood at the end of the driveway.
[33:39] Speaker 1: I leaned in and whispered, barely able to push the
[33:42] Speaker 1: words out. It's it's me. They kidnapped me. He has
[33:48] Speaker 1: a gun. Please don't make a scene. I think you'll
[33:52] Speaker 1: kill us if you do. The officer didn't flinch. He
[33:58] Speaker 1: only nodded very slowly. Then he smiled. Thank you, Emily,
[34:06] Speaker 1: he said, loud enough for the others to hear. Everything
[34:10] Speaker 1: seems fine here. He walked back to the porch. The
[34:15] Speaker 1: door shut and they left. Marian and mister Avery seemed
[34:23] Speaker 1: to be satisfied. They must have assumed that I had
[34:26] Speaker 1: told them I was their daughter or something equally as sick.
[34:31] Speaker 1: Falling for their own delusions, I went back to the
[34:35] Speaker 1: room and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting
[34:38] Speaker 1: for what would come next. That night, I didn't sleep,
[34:45] Speaker 1: or rather couldn't. The raid came late into the night.
[34:52] Speaker 1: There were no red and blue lights flashing through the windows,
[34:56] Speaker 1: only doors being broken and voices shouting. A battering ram
[35:01] Speaker 1: cracked the front door in half. Footsteps thundered through the house.
[35:06] Speaker 1: I huddled in the corner of Emily's room with a
[35:09] Speaker 1: lamp still on, waiting for it to end. One officer
[35:13] Speaker 1: rushed straight to my room, helping me up and escorting
[35:16] Speaker 1: me outside. They dragged mister Avery out after he screamed
[35:22] Speaker 1: and fought wild eyes flashing onto the hallway light. She's mine,
[35:28] Speaker 1: he shouted. You don't understand, she's mine. Then Marian sobbing,
[35:35] Speaker 1: her sweater stained and her hands shaking. Emily, Emily, tell them,
[35:42] Speaker 1: tell them the truth. Don't let them take us from you,
[35:45] Speaker 1: Don't let them hurt your family. I didn't answer. I
[35:51] Speaker 1: watched as they were taken from the house, kicking and wailing.
[35:56] Speaker 1: She reached for me as she passed the bedroom door.
[35:59] Speaker 1: I took a step back in disgust. Later at the station,
[36:06] Speaker 1: I told the officers everything I told them about the
[36:10] Speaker 1: notes and everything I'd read, and with that, Becker's case
[36:15] Speaker 1: was reopened and a family finally got the closure they
[36:20] Speaker 1: so desperately needed. As for me, I never quite recovered.
[36:29] Speaker 1: People imagine that once the danger ends, you can breathe again,
[36:33] Speaker 1: that the worst part is over and done with. That's
[36:38] Speaker 1: not how it works. You leave the place, but it
[36:43] Speaker 1: doesn't leave you. I still shower with the door cracked open.
[36:49] Speaker 1: I still flinch when I hear that name. I still
[36:52] Speaker 1: dream in that room, the pink wallpaper, the press dress,
[36:58] Speaker 1: the soft brushing of a voice behind me telling me
[37:03] Speaker 1: I'll be better soon.

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